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 No. 24.

Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus! Steal away, steal away home, I hain't got long to stay here.

1. My Lord calls me, He calls me by the thunder; The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I hain't got long to stay here. Cho.—Steal away, &c.

2. Green trees are bending, Poor sinners stand trembling; The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I hain't got long to stay here. Cho.—Steal away, &c.

3. My Lord calls me, He calls me by the lightning; The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I hain't got long to stay here. Cho.—Steal away, &c.

4. Tombstones are bursting, Poor sinners are trembling; The trumpet sounds it in my soul: I hain't got long to stay here. Cho.—Steal away, &c.